Dunstan caught himself on one knee, and when he looked up, he saw multiple pillars shooting out of the ground. Each was as broad as a school bus, and when they stopped moving, Dunstan realized that they had heads.
Gigantic worms, they appeared to be. Their hulking bodies bristled with visible electricity, and their beady eyes looked straight at him and Reza.
Noticeably, however, they were not attacking. They just remained there, motionless and staring.
Then a voice rang out. “Aha! I knew you would survive! Good job, Dunstan!”
Dunstan squinted as he noticed a figure standing atop the centermost worm. He couldn’t place the voice, but it sounded familiar. He found a full breath of air and called out, “Who are you?!”
“Why, it’s me! It’s your grandpa!” The figure waved a hand, and the worm beneath him knelt down low enough for Dunstan to get a good look.
And Dunstan could hardly believe his eyes. He hadn’t seen that wrinkled face since he was a child, but it hadn’t changed a bit. As little sense as it made to him, there was no doubt about it. This was certainly Damian Rofal before him. His grandfather.
Damian laughed. “Feromas thought my plan would get you killed for sure, but ha! Shows what he knows!”
Dunstan finally found the words. “Grandpa, why are you here?!”
“For you, obviously! I’ve come to get you, my boy! Everyone else was easy to find, but it took months to track you down. You shouldn’t run away from home, you know. Not that I’m complaining. How often do you get to blow up a field marshal’s plane, eh?”
“That was YOUR doing?!”
“Well, yes and no. Abolish might’ve been under the impression that certain precious artifacts were onboard. But anyway! The important thing is that we’re together now! Oh, and is this your reaper? Ah, no, but there are two with you. Which one do you belong to? Regardless, it is lovely to meet them both! I hope they’re nice!”
Dunstan had so many questions that he just reached for the first one he could hold onto. “What the hell are these giant worms?!”
“Oh, don’t worry about them! They’re my buddies! Don’t pet them, though. I know they look nice and squishy, but they’ll zap you.”
‘Mind hurrying this along?’ said Feromas. ‘We’re still in danger, you know.’
“Ah, right. Let’s get out of here, shall we? I’d rather not have to fight that Gargoyle you were with!”